Thursday, September 27, 2012

We've driven by this park many times, but last weekend as my husband and I were on a drive we decided to stop and check it out. I'm so glad we did. The park has many great large wooden picnic tables & benches interspersed in the trees along the trail.
If you are traveling on Mt. Baker hwy, the park is located on Truck rd.
(just south of the old Carol's coffee cup restaurant)

If you take a left turn on the trail it leads down to a brushy river path -

We saw our first real fall colors in the dry river bed area -

The trail led to the river's edge and it would be a perfect place for Eagle viewing -

If you took a right from the parking lot the trail leads down a

wide gravel path with benches placed here & there.

In the next picture you can just see a bench peeking out of the trees -

All of the benches and tables were "skookum" as my husband says!

That means strong & solid - according to him ;-)

I'm never quite prepared for the first signs of this particular season change.

It seems the older I get the harder it is for me to see summer leave. Thinking of the days ahead, where the ability to do outdoor activities in the daylight will be shortened by the onset of earlier darkness seems to be a hard transition for me.

Thank goodness I live in Washington, land of "great" coffee, with our drive through stands sprinkled every few blocks where ever we go. A good strong caffeinated latte and a good magazine/book are a great way to get through the dark days ahead.

I read somewhere once that the highest population of avid readers and book buyers live in the Pacific Northwest. We do know how to hunker down
and get the most out of a gray rainy day - not to mention,
we don't necessarily stay home just because it's raining outside.

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